I have to write this post mid-way thru the week cause I am so utterly disturbed about something. Lately I have been hearing and seeing a lot of comments about Jessica Simpson’s weight-gain. Why you ask when there is so much things going on in the world. If people call her fat then where does it leave girls like me. Also coming from a woman who knows how to dress, she should know that you never wear a tank with a high waisted jeans and a belt. It cuts you short at the torso.  And when you are big titay it makes everything look short all around. When you have an hour glass figure you need long lines that are uninterrupted it makes you look leaner. And a good girdle too-cause you know that I am all about the extra support.

You may not know it, but I had to go through a lot of criticism as a child. Looking back I can see all the times when I was meant to feel I was second-rate. My sis and I were constantly embarrassed on purpose. Children should never have to be “shamed” into losing weight. Now when I look back on those times when I was told I was fat, I look soooo normal. We have so many a girl chile coming up behind us. Can you imagine when they hear this crap on the tv and then they look at themselves and then wonder what the heck?

I don’t know where I got my self-confidence from. I think it was born from the beginning. I think that all the situations that I was placed in chiseled away at the stone that was covering my confidence. Until one day it shone. Now I am not gonna go without saying that there are days that I feel down in the dumps about what I look like. I do. But, I come from the school of doing something about it.

While watching models strut down the latest fashion show Dsquared a very good friend asked me the other day, “How do they get that space between their legs?” I replied, “Honey cause they ain’t got no fat on their thighs. They have to they are models. They are paid to be moving hangers.And besides men make fun of girls who thighs don’t touch.”

And let me tell you of the time when my thighs saved me. One time I had company visiting between my legs and they got mighty fresh and rough. Now rough is good in certain social circles, but not all the time. But, I took my fleshy thighs and put that bitch in such a gridlock they were screaming for their mommy’s nana. So, any time you feel less of yourself cause there seems to be too much of yourself remember my story.

Besides I like a woman with a fuller figure. You look healthier. Now, I have been working out on my treadmill. I placed it in my room so it stares at me all day, every day. But, I know that with every pound I lose the better my blood pressure will be. It is still a me thing, but a health thing too. But, you know I still eat the so called comfort food every other day. But, not so much. I find that if you eat smaller snacks, and work out at least 5 to 6 days a week, the weight can’t stay it will drop off. I don’t take all those weight pills on the market. The only one that I will testify that helped me was Flush that Fat or Fat flush. It cleanses you. Sometimes you can just have a faulty system. You are supposed to go to the bathroom 3 times a day. Now that is a lot of shit. It may be easier for the guys that I have dated in the past cause they were (and still are) full of shit. L to the O to the L. Bigtime.

Did you know that Elvis died with 10 to 15 pounds of poo in his colon!! Great mutha of G. You have to remember that you colon is about 15 feet long. That is a long way to travel before it reaches where it is suppose to go. My pets, clean you colon! Trust me on this one. Get a colonic, do Master Cleanse, drink water, scrub your skin with a mix of honey and salt (or sugar). Get into that mindset. If you start the day with the thought today I will eat only things that nourish me. This will change everything. Trust me!

I found that I eat really smaller meals. I never denied myself. If I craved a burger at Burger King I always take off the top bun and eat the rest. I even sometimes order the Double cheese burger and not even eat both buns. Just the meat. I often have eggs with a little bit of cheese, and although I crave some toast I don’t. What also helps me is that I just don’t have certain foods in my house. It works too well. I do however keep a stash of Ritz crackers in the cupboard. If I have some pasta it is once every month. You see you can still DO everything but in moderation. Think nourishment. And when I am not hungry I put the plate in the fridge-no pouring salt or ketchup all over it or nothing. Cause there are people in Africa who are staving. I put it in the fridge and eat it later or tomorrow. I trick my mind into thinking that I can have this delicious food later. The pressure is off! And do you know what? Often I forget about it. Figure, eh?

So if Jessica Simpson is fat then that is what I want to be. You go girlfriend!

Be hungry for life!

And this also goes without saying that only the crazy people carry the good pills. Momma said so and I believe her and that’s why I have them and right al<a href=”l this smack for all you beautiful people. Ciao, Luc.